"baloon" poems
who knows if the moon’s
a baloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their baloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where
always
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves
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My tears are gone
My fingers are cold
Morning crisp air
Makes my skin crawl
I hate you
Your small fake smiles
Angry thin lips
Long, long list of lies
**** off
Just **** off
No good mornings
Can change my mind
When evenings bring
Clouds to your eyes
You're walking around
In your huge baloon
And I'm sending you small dart
In the color of **** off
You'll understand
Better than others
What the hell **** off is
You're master of the art
You wrote doctoral thesys
In the field of **** off
Oh **** off
From me all right
**** of
Same old me
Morning and night
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
In this cold winter
A girl sitting on a bench in a park
Alone
Waiting for someone
To sit beside her
And be her friend
Many people sitting there
A grandma who worrying her grandchild
A little girl who was crying because she lost her baloon
A boy who has been rejected by her crush
A depression man who has just been fired from his job
And many more
While the snow begins to fall
Those peoples leave her
With smile on their faces
But
They just leave
Leave the girl
Feeling lonely again
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
My life is split in two,
It always have been.
On one side,
A baloon,
Drifting in the air.
But on the other side,
Im like a delicate crystal,
cracking slowly,
until one day,
it shatters.
j.b
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Have you ever flown?
Not on an airplane or a baloon,
But like a bird, straight to the moon,
Soared above heaven by noon?
Have you touched the stars,
With a beauty and a light,
A decadence so bright,
My eyes and mind to this day are lit alight in delight.
When have you gone to hell,
And see the horrors there,
Like Dante to the Inferno life just ain’t fair,
Full of lies and deceit, and they are the dammed ones?
Why do you try?
What do you hope to accomplish,
Fight against the bars, there steel, not rubber, we’re stuck in the dish,
Can’t live without pain, can’t think and be sane, what’s your favorite wish?
Believe in yourself, for there’s nothing to believe,
You can’t do much to be something to see,
I know I know, its arrogant and obscene,
But trust me when I say, when I think, hey…
Maybe One Day.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
go on and walk away, there is noting more that i can say,
i never mattered to you anyway.
treat me like a stranger, treat me like a joke,
when my heart is in danger, and all my dreams
gone up in smoke.
make me feel like a fool for ever believing in you,
oh how you laugh and you poke.
i remember when i was your bestfriend,
although it was long ago, when you said
that i became someone that you didn't wish to know.
i remember all the screaming and the sorrow
that happened after, smoking on the train tracks,
the long phone calls and the laughter,
you were the whole book to me, but to you
i was just a chapter, i remember when you left
me, a broken disaster.
i remember when you told me that i would
see you soon, you crying in the car, when my heart
bursted like a baloon. i still remember all the talks we
had, the friendship, the madness and regret, but that
friendship was lost a long time ago.
i just hadn't grasped it yet.
i guess that i didn't realise that i was so
easy for you to just forget.
all this time i thought you cared,
because of all of the things that we shared,
i guess i should have known, and should have
gotten it through my head, when you let them taunt me
on the phone, and said you wouldn't care if i were dead.
when i was lost, looking for an anwser,
restless and unsure,
i had never felt more insecure.
maybe this person that i'm remembering
was never, who you really were.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
When we met
You were yet
A Princess.
Snow melted
On your younge tongue.
Winter seasons
Kept the secrets
Of your cold cacoon.
When you emerged
It was obscene,
You morphed into
The Ice Queen.
The white expanse
Of glacial thighs
Led to an ice-cave.
******* that once
Snared and trapped,
Have melted like
Polar ice-caps.
Your icicle eys
Stay frozen
In summer sun.
And all about
Your condition
Smells stale as
Franklin's Expedition.
Like Midas,
Minus the gold,
All you touch
Turns cold.
I'm not here
To lampoon
How winter's blubber
Made you baloon;
But on a walk
In Arctic noon,
Wear whale grey
And get harpooned.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Like the kids i see on t.v.
Hungry &surrounded; by ticks &flees.;
Hot skin,just as crispy.They remind ME!!
of yuuh.What if that's what yuuh had to go through.
A baby being left on somebody's door step.A baloon that flew away
&&never; came back.Yuuh remind me of that.The abandoned beaten dogs on t.v.
their pain i don't care about,because i don't seem to see, exspecially when they approach me,
When they hurt me.I'm afraid of them&& they know that.That's why,when watching them &&thinking; of yuuh,it makes me sad.,but i don't care &&neither; do yuuh.Of how i'm feeling you've probably already had a sample.That's why i decide to just turn the channel.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
Little pile of fur lying in the road,
What kind of debt could you have possibly owed?
To find yourself now in such a horrid state.
Your little life ending in this terrible fate.
Sitting quietly on that exact spot,
Slow cooked by the sun as on the road you rot.
Maggots now feed slowly on what little bit is left.
Your skin and your bones now of flesh bereft.
Your last moments spent trying to cross a road,
Where an eighteen wheeler sped with a twenty ton load.
Headlights bearing down on you, oh so all alone,
Rubber tires hitting you harder than a stone.
Frozen in the light, you were terrified,
And in a split second becoming liquified.
A little bag of skin that suddenly got popped.
Like a water baloon after having been dropped.
Your guts and stuff splattered everywhere.
The only things left, skin, bones and some hair.
Buzzards and crows now begin to feed,
On a ****** gut shake, yum indeed.
Soon nothing of you will remain,
But a brownish, greyish sort of stain.
Poor little road **** didn't have a chance,
Guess you should have taken a second glance.
Before you crossed that road without a care,
You might not now resemble the stain in my underware.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 7:58 AM UTC
Πάπυρος είναι δική μου άποροι ταινία, είναι ντεμοντέ να καμίνι του άλλου, όπως feeleth το τσίμπημα της κάθε καταγγελίας !!! Όπου είναι εραστής ορυχείο διαμορφωμένο φυτεία; καμουφλαρισμένη σε drag and επίγεια βλοσυρό ύφος του; ορυχείο κόκκινο μπαλόνι ουρλιαχτό στην ηλιακή παγετώνων !!! όμως, δεν πρέπει να υπάρχει πάγωμα σε θερμά μπάλα φωτός. Τώρα tis κουραστική μέρα και νύχτα unharmonious να θρηνεί σε shakespherian κομψό ..... για πού είχε συ προπορεύεται μπουτίκ; όπου λουλούδι για σένα έχω την οποίαν αποθηκεύονται !!! εγώ δεν εξερευνήσουν να προσαρμόσουν όπως πένθος, ήταν να είναι δύσκολο να ψάχνει, πραγματικό το πρωί; Δεν είναι μια ιδιοτροπία μου splitteth ως τσεκούρι για ξύλινα περικαλύπτω. ορυχείο ανίερη γλώσσα crinches ορυχείο δόντια, να δαγκώσει φίδι ειδώλιο τρόπο ..... Paragon των farawayness, η συστολή σου hath μου άφησε, λιώνω στο να έχουν ακόμη haveth μηδέν !! Ωστόσο, ακόμα και όλη αυτή την κόλαση, το ορυχείο oldened λείψανο πάπυρο θέλεις να αποκατασταθεί πλήρως εκατό φορές ..... δείτε, NOF αυτή η καρδιά του αυτό το τρομάζω γήινης σφαίρας
( Greek tongue )
English version-
Papyrus is mine destitute film, it's old fashioned to other's kiln, as i feeleth the sting of all denunciation!!! Wherein is mine lover fashioned plantation? camouflaged in drag and terrestrial scowl's? mine red baloon howl's to solar glaciation!!! yet, there should be no freeze to a warmly ball of light. Now tis long day's and unharmonious night's to lament in shakespherian chic..... for whence did thou goeth boutique? wherein flower's for thee i hast stored!!! i do not explore to tailor such mourning, was it to hard to seeketh real in the morning? Not a vagary to splitteth me as axe to wooden sheathe. mine unholy tongue crinches mine teeth, to bite in snake figurine manner..... Paragon of farawayness, thy shyness hath left me, i languish in must have's yet haveth naught!! Yet in even all this hell, mine oldened relic papyrus shalt be fully restored a hundred fold..... see, this heart's not of this daunt terrestrial globe.....
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
who knows if the moon’s
a baloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their baloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where
always
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
2 dai its like one of those days my head fill so havy i never would have though that love could be so hard,know my head its like a baloon thats about to pop my mind is ganging up on my heart as it is getting weak esif the devel is holding ma soul in the porm of his hend smiling weiting for me to loose ma wai 2 take the chance,bt as long as i see the light through out the support of my friendz iwil never wark alone even when the nights along even when i loose your love bt i hope i wil find it one's more and be able 2 smile with u
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
i sing for all mama but
give it up for single momma
i applaud to her names which is
uttered in murmur
in a society inebriated with ignorance
her name is whispered
in stammers
behind stunners you are looked down
on
you are regarded with scorn and
disdain
with abuse and insults your names
they stain
'single?'
politically incorrect
you are a plural;parents
you play the role of a mother and a
father
yet the society try to push you further
forget you've been there during joy
and strife
calming down all the storms in life
you are that rifle that combats rivals
your bullets saves during upheavals
life with you is always a win owing all
to you
a blue letter a baloon to blew later
BINGO
raising kids in absence of a man who
sired them
then grew tired and treated you like
a hired maid
left you with no aids
sorry he only donated AIDs positive
you deserve more than negative
a woman who has been in the receiving
end
of blows is entitled to a bow
it hurt more than a thorn to see a
woman heart
torn,her soul burdened by tons of
grief
it really ****** to see her shredded
into pieces
then treated like faeces in the faces
of chauvinist
till when shall they impel single moms
to hide behind sunglasses
as their son glances?
you deserve more than back biting
hypocrisy blinds them from seeing
your hard fighting
this society is hand biting
you are strong beings mentor you've
been
in physical and mental
though some view you like a zero
hell no
to me you are a hero
who can heal all
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
The morning alarm has rung
But getting up is getting old
The sun is shining outside
But my coffee cup is cold
What comes to mind is a whip
To chase me outa bed
Either I get up and get going
Or lie around like lead
And yet time slowly creeps by
And I'm still cuddled in this cocoon
Waiting wondering anticipating
For someone to pop this inertia baloon
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
My heart
Belongs to you
My mind and soul
Belongs to me
Your mind mind and soul
Belongs to you
Your life comes first
To mine
When we're connected
You will come first
To quench the thirst
The hunger
That humans innately have
I don't mind
Having a grind
I should take pride
Knowing i can be inside
Something as magnificent as you
Just tell me what you want, that's what i'll do
Don't come too soon
I want it to be like a monsoon
You make me high like a balloon
I want to feel that high
All the time
I want to have my head belong
In between your thighs.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
tied a baloon
to the tombstone
of her best friend
in the cemetery
A puffy metalic-blue
number two
marking the passing
of her anniversary.
She shuddered then cried
till she spied
her sobbing complexion
in the balloons reflection.
Heard her friend laughing at her
she needed that,
oh how she needed that.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
I wanna use the words you wrote
To describe how I feel.
So god **** empty.
Useless.
Depeche Mode is relevant.
I'm a bursting baloon
Helium.
Read between the lines.
You'll never find
The answers that define me.
My definition is lost.
I'm floating in space.
Never found
No trace
Resistance of everything
With a ******** straight face.
We own the sky.
Created from stardust,
Time goes by.
And by.
This is goodbye.
This is goodbye.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
Your absence led me to this distant abyss
We kissed and we made up so why not feel bliss
I can't lose you, I love you
I love you but I'm losing you
Let me sit and drown in my own tears as i'm pushed away and dragged back in as i run a path thats only destination is you
Hope fills me like a baloon but this despair is the pressure in the air testing me, poking me with a thin needle that resembles my patience
I'm going to explode soon enough
I should give you all a heads up, im going to dump my pitiful worries on the ones i love
what an ugly metaphor you gave yet I find myself recreating it once again
Just as my second chances turn to fifths or sixth
I've given you another
And I swear its my last
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Authors note; a different interpretation by ”In Just” by ee Cummings
The balloon man
He brings rainbow colored rubber
Larger than the sun
He limps up and down the sidewalk all day
Waiting for children to come and play
He always goes home at night
Much to parents’ delight
He dresses up all in black robes
Covering him in a cloud of ash-colored mist
Children see him and run to him
Grasping the string of his balloons
The tiredness leave their eyes
Their skin once a glowing tan
Turns to milk their eyes lifeless
Their bodies collapse to the grass
The balloon man leans down closing
The eyes of children near and far
”may you sleep now in peace little one... Forever” he whispers solemnly
He disappears riding away on the dark rain clouds filled with gallons of
the tears of mourning parents.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC